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BY 



MRS. A. X. BULLENS. 
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APR 13 1886 

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Copyright December, 1885, 

BY 

Mrs. A. X. BULLENS. 



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csfoMsfj it forever. 



Psalms xlvii 



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XLVI. 4. 



(Ufte Si>eaufij?uf ©ity. 

i HERE'S a Beautiful City set apart 

For the faithful and the pure in heart : 
A peaceful haven where rest shall be found, 
The City of God where love and joy 
abound. 



ALL hope to reach that glorious land, 

So holy no mortal may understand, 

Yet 'tis set apart for His followers true, 

And the Angel of Death shall bear them 
through. 

Some may not behold it for many a day 

Distant, yet shining', for them alway, 

Where His angels arc- i>ather'd, and His 
martyrs of old 

Clad in robes of white, with harps of gold. 



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IBeYOND the clouds and beyond the sky 

Stands the Fair City mortals fail to descry ; 

Where streams of water Mow clear and bright 

For the weary, and they who walk in 
His sight. 

A dearer home can ne'er be found, 

Less distant it seemeth, when faith and 
hope abound. 

And pilgrims who sweetly journey there 

Shall find rest from every toil and care. 



r i N the Sweet Home reigns the Heavenly 
King, 
Pleading- that all come unto Him, 
And His portals of gold He opens wide, 
That His children may enter from every 
side. 

His hand is outstretch'd, lest they falter 
and stray, 
And His spirit rests o'er them whenever 
the)- pray ; 
He never leaves them, awake or asleep, 
Whether on land or the rolling deep. 



IfllS merciful eoodness and His blessii 



so LTreat, 



His comforting words of golden weight 
Arc but gleams of the glorious City of Rest, 
Awaiting His children, the pure and blest. 

O happy end for all who seek His lov< 

O blest abode of all the hosts above ! 

No perfect peace, save at His blessed throne; 

Xo perfect rest save in His Heavenly 
Home. 



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JKl ARK ! 'tis the angels who are calling, 



In tones so soft and clear ; 
At His blest throne they're sweetly singing 
Listen, and you'll think they're near. 



"FT ARK ! 'tis the aneels who are calling 
Heavenly joy surrounds them now ; 

In God's presence, His love confessing, 
While His radiance illumes each brow 



Hark! 'tis the aneels who are callin- 



Singing there, C) radiant scene 



ting in our Risen Saviour; 
Crowning Him Who reigns Supreme. 



"FT ARK ! 'tis the aneels who are calling 



Sweetly telling of His love ; 
Telling of that home immortal, awaiting ai 
Who lift their hearts to God above. 



Hark! 'tis the angels who are callini 
They are callling us to prayer ; 

That our hearts with love abounding, 
May be strong to watch and bear. 



jm ARK ! 'tis the anpfels who are callinc 



Kneeling" at the heavenly throne 
Pleading for His wayward children, 
Praying God to lead them on. 



Hark! 'tis the angels who are calling 



Winning souls to lasting peace ; 
Winning souls, lest any be found wanting 
Pest their happiness should cease. 



H'ARK ! 'tis the angels who are calling ; 

Striving to relieve our fears ; 
Pointing to our blessed Saviour dying 

That we might live thro' endless years. 



Hark! 'tis the angels who are calling 



Chanting of the promised land ; 
Chanting, if we but do His holy bidding 
We shall meet at God's right Hand. 



Hi ARK ! 'tis the angels who arc calling ; 



Waiting at the pearly gate ; 
Waiting to receive Christ's faithful soldiers, 
Bearing- balm for all who endure and wait. 



Mark! 'tis the angels who are calling 
Longing for the hour to come; 

Longing for the last glorious calling, 
When He takes His children home. 



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JfornecoariL. 

OMEWARD, ever Homeward 
To that glorious land. 
Where the loved and saintly. 
Dwell in His command. 

Upward, "Still Upward," 

To that blest abode, 
Where the crown awaits th< 

'Tis the shining road. 



TtTE who gives the promise, 

Ever leads thee on, 
Bearing thee in triumph, 

Till the victory's won. 

There, the man)- mansions 

In love prepared for thee. 

Open wide their portals, 
Through eternity. 

Lo ! the glorious vision; 

No tears, no toil, nor strife; 
Forever pure and spotless. 

Where bloom the flowers of life. 



H, and all the lonofines, 

So clear to hearts below 
Are satisfied in the Beautiful City, 
Where the living fountains flow 

There, the journey's ended. 

The soul secure — at rest ; 
Throned with the shining angels 

Receiving the crown so blest. 

The crown that never fadeth, 
That shines forever bright ; 

'Tis the glory of His coming, 
His love the radiant light. 



SUNRISE AND SI WSET SERIES, 



By Mrs. A. X. Bullens. 



PORTALS OF GOLD, 



FAIR THOUGHTS AXD HAPPY HA VENS, 



BEYOND THE CLOUDS. 



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